The peace that formerly reigned in Terra Nova has eroded, now little more than a memory. War ravages the continent. Disputes divide kingdoms; ideals divide families. The quest for power consumes absolutely and indiscriminately. None are immune to its allure.
Who will rise and who will fall? Only time—and ambition—will tell.
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05.26.2023
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Post by Magda Ivanova on Nov 5, 2022 13:03:33 GMT -5
[ For @miriel ]
There was much work to be done.
Magda had made herself Chieftess of Coheed. Perhaps she and Rian were the only ones that recognized it, but she didn’t mind if that were the case. It was a sweet triumph that she’d allow herself to celebrate, though she didn’t plan to rest on the victory for long. There was, after all, much work to be done, and Magda wasn’t going to let this moment of opportunity slip through her fingers.
After the disaster at the docks, Magda had been making the rounds; taking the temperature of all of Coheed’s usual suspects. She wanted tempers to remain on a low simmer, for she was not yet ready to have them boil over. Magda wanted unrest, so long as it could be contained. Upset, so long as it had purpose. And right now, Coheed did not have the direction it needed. But it would. Soon.
The sun was sinking low on the horizon, but Magda had one more visit she planned to make before the day was out. She made her way to Izen’s hut, searching not for the man himself but for the wife she’d met but a week ago.
Miriel's belly was starting to swell. Only enough that someone who knew her would notice, or someone who didn't mind staring. And one of the good things about being Izen's wife was that most men knew better than to look too long. So doing chores around the compound, she felt comfortable in her usual attire.
Everything with Neveremere and the fire had her a little on edge, so leaving the compound was just about he last thing on her mind. It was odd to think so much chaos could happen in such a short amount of time. And so today she had set up a target and had out her bow and arrows while Kell napped. She needed to practice, and alone, this seemed the best option.
Knocking an arrow she took a breath and let it loose, the arrow finding it's mark close to the middle. She was getting better, slowly but surely.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Nov 9, 2022 18:36:15 GMT -5
Magda approached slowly, studying the woman as she nocked the arrow and let it fly. Her accuracy was surprising, given that women of Coheed had only recently been allowed to take up such pursuits. The Nevermerean’s eyes ran over her, from the sun-kissed freckles on her cheeks to the gentle rise of her belly. She was a pretty little thing, Magda would give her that.
Once the arrow hit its target, Maga walked up with a broad smile, her curls catching wildly in the breeze.
“Miriel…” Magda purred as if greeting a treasured old friend, “I was hoping I’d find you. After the fire,” Her brow furrowed in sweet sincerity (or so it would appear), “I was so worried.”
She heard the woman coming before she saw her. She focused on the arrow though, not concerned by the easy breathing and light footsteps. Of course she had expected one of her sisters so when she turned with a smile she almost dropped her bow as her eyes landed on Madgda and the honey sweet voice poured towards her.
"Magda, I-" She tried not to stammer but all the same the words caught in her mouth and found her gaze falling to the ground to let the hair cover her face. "I'm okay, I'm glad you and your husband are well." Her heart was beating faster than usual, although she couldn't quite put her finger on why.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Nov 10, 2022 18:32:38 GMT -5
Miriel’s flustered appearance and falling gaze had Magda practically purring with satisfaction. Even this little bit of power was enough to thrill her. She reached forward. So long as she was not stop, Magda would tuck Miriel’s hair behind her ear and guide her chin up so their eyes met.
“We are. Readying ourselves for any future unrest,” Magda looked down at the bow, “as you are I see.”
Miriel's jaw clenched and her arms trembled, wrapping them around her waist as Magda tucked the hair behind her ear. And while she didn't understand it, her hand only barely reached up, not enough to push the other woman's hand away though. And it was far too shaky even if she was trying.
"I'm learning to defend Coheed from those outside threats. Doing everything I can." That was something she could say with ease, because she wanted to protect those she loved. Kell, Izen, her sisters... Maybe others.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Nov 14, 2022 21:06:39 GMT -5
“As you should.” Magda’s expression grew more serious, darkness flickering over it like a cloud passing momentarily over the sun. Before long she was smiling again, reaching for the power of the ring to soothe Miriel’s nerves and make herself an even sweeter nectar.
“I was hoping we could find somewhere to talk…” Magda’s question hummed softly across her lips, barely filling the space between them.
Watching the woman's face with rapture there was a change in her face, and for a second she froze. But then it was as if the aestas sun was back. She was comfortable, safe, and most of all happy to be held by this woman, by Magda, even in such a small way. She would stay like that forever....
"Of course Chieftess Magda." And so she held out her hand, planning to walk towards her hut. Certainly not Izen's, and Kell was napping soundly. Plenty to time to speak on whatever Magda desired, and being alone with her was something that was more and more enticing by the second.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Nov 18, 2022 15:42:38 GMT -5
Magda followed Miriel to wherever she would lead her, eyes watching the woman carefully. As always the wheels spun in her mind, shifting her pieces on the board, anticipating her next move. Perhaps Miriel was just a pawn, not the bishop or rook that Izen was, but you never knew when such a piece might be useful.
Plus, Magda found Miriel charming. Even if she had no strategic purpose, was she not allowed to pursue things for herself? For no other reason than she wanted them?
Walking into her hut with a near stranger felt wrong for a split second. But Magda was pratically her sister. She was a woman to be trusted. She was the wife to the new chief of Coheed. There was nothing to worry about, nothing at all despite the fact that her eyes would occasionally dart outside as if this was a secret.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Nov 25, 2022 15:58:35 GMT -5
Magda followed Miriel into the hut with all the regality of the Chieftain’s wife. No, not just the Chieftain’s wife: Chieftess. That was the place she’d carved out for herself in the world, so it was the title she would claim. She ducked inside, her sparkling dark eyes not straying from Izen’s wife for a second. Once they were alone, the glittering eyes softened. They were warm and welcoming, accompanied by a hesitant smile.
“I told you…” Magda stepped forward and took her hands in hers, gem of her ring turning black, “I’ve been worried about you. With so much conflict, so much change, I wanted to make sure you were alright.” She tilted her head, still looking at Miriel as if they were the only two people in the world.
All the nerves disappeared once again as Miriel looked into the woman's eyes. It was so easy to be around Magda, and she made her feel perfect. No one made her feel like that ever.
Feeling better still as it turned out that she had been worried. It made her heart swell with happiness, still surprised at the notion of someone caring for her as other than a vessel for more children.
"He doesn't share his feelings with me. The red-heads bring back his past loses. And he loves both his brothers, but he isn't good with change." Words she had never considered, but all the truth. There had been a lot of change of late, and while Miriel knew next to nothing about her husbands inner thoughts, that was one thing that she had been able to guess at.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Dec 5, 2022 15:55:41 GMT -5
“Few men are…” Magda said with a sympathetic smile, squeezing Miriel’s hand, “We women are far more adaptable, aren’t we?” After a moment, she would tug Miriel somewhere to sit, wherever it was that would be in the room. Somewhere she could tuck close against the woman she’d decided to make her…friend.
“Tell me, Miriel,” She murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind the woman’s ear, “Do you love him?”
Miriel shrugged her shoulders with a blissful smile on her face. "I suppose." Her hut was small, decorated all by herself, something she had very much enjoyed. There wasn't much. A table with a few chairs, her bed, and a slightly cushioned bench that doubled as storage. The last was where Magda had led them.
Love? Who else did she love besides the woman besides her again... "Oh Izen? Yes, he doesn't hit me. I never thought that would happen." What a low bar for love that was, but Miriel didn't know any better anyways.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Dec 20, 2022 14:42:39 GMT -5
Magda’s eyes remained soft, as if lit by romantic candlelight. She sat close enough to Miriel that the woman would be able to smell her perfume. No, the hut wasn’t much, but none of its contents were as beautiful and valuable as the pretty one sitting beside her.
“And as a father?” Magda asked, brushing a curl of Miriel’s hair behind her ear.